I know sleepless nights and endless days, they’re no stranger to me.
My eyes have gone days without rest, but baby, I have never liked it.
Never was there joy in my red eyes, never pleasure in my deprived body,
But my first truly, happy thirty six hour coffee high was with you.

376 days ago, though your words held truth, I was lying to myself as I laid with you
6,096 hours ago, I didn’t know the difference between being in love and being sprung.
365,760 minutes ago, I convinced myself that the taste of your lips was sweeter than that of salvation.
so 21,945,600 seconds ago, in a single moment, I gave you the only thing that has since lost meaning.

Last Christmas, my only wishes were for you and snow.
It’s like the clouds were telling me that this wasn’t beautiful
and they tested me through their deist raindrops coated in lust,
and I lost.

The rain fell and God was shattered, freed against the windows,
but the fire between my legs left me speechless except for God’s name.
Unwrapping condoms instead of presents,
I could feel heaven but I’m going to hell, and suddenly I didn’t mind anymore.

There’s no mercy in lust, it’s as addictive as the nicotine in your dad’s cigs,
and you’re the secondhand smoke and I’m the one percent you’re killing.
The stars outside give off the most holy light I’ve seen all year,
and this whole night feels so divine, but there’s still no angels.

This is the five hundred fifty fourth mistletoe driven kiss
the five hundred fifty fourth time I’ve felt like the higher than the mountains
and the empire state and the clouds, the clouds that poured rain.
The clouds that knew every single one of those kisses was a mistake.

We were more infinite than the beautiful wreath on your door,
but you still the secondhand smoke, you were slowly destroying me.
It was Christmas and I wanted redemption not sin,
and honestly I’ve never been even a little innocent since then.

My first truly, happy thirty six hour coffee high was with you.
Since then, I haven’t felt joy in red eyes, nor pleasure in a deprived body,
My eyes have gone days without rest, and baby, I don’t like it. ?I know sleepless nights and endless days, they’re no stranger to me.